Childhood Ambitions
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
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All I ever wanted...
Was a stripey 3/4 length crombie.
I saw some guy in - oooh, 1984 - wearing a huge long raincoat with 3" thick maroon and silver stripes, and similarly patterned black and white trousers and coveted them greatly.
Admittedly I have'nt pursued this ambition with every sinew in my body over the intervening 23 years but I still think I'd cut a dash dressed thus.
Given all the options open to the 16 year old Disappointed in 1984 I'm sure that my overwhelming ambition was'nt to be managing the Friday nightshift (staffed entirely by surly, exhausted and chainsmoking Eastern Europeans) in a cold, draughty warehouse, with only 9 hours to go before we knock off.
Funny where life takes you is'nt it?
( , Fri 30 Mar 2007, 21:39, Reply)
Was a stripey 3/4 length crombie.
I saw some guy in - oooh, 1984 - wearing a huge long raincoat with 3" thick maroon and silver stripes, and similarly patterned black and white trousers and coveted them greatly.
Admittedly I have'nt pursued this ambition with every sinew in my body over the intervening 23 years but I still think I'd cut a dash dressed thus.
Given all the options open to the 16 year old Disappointed in 1984 I'm sure that my overwhelming ambition was'nt to be managing the Friday nightshift (staffed entirely by surly, exhausted and chainsmoking Eastern Europeans) in a cold, draughty warehouse, with only 9 hours to go before we knock off.
Funny where life takes you is'nt it?
( , Fri 30 Mar 2007, 21:39, Reply)
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